“I can’t believe that my plan really worked.” Zafiro gladly said, celebrating the success of freeing Massimo from the dungeon while at the same time, ruining the royal family. “Get ready, son. I want you to lead the ritual in this coming blood moon. No more excuses.” “You know I never had excuses just to avoid the ceremony but because I never wanted to be part of your dark ambition.” Duncan retorted while twirling the glass flute with champagne in his hand. “Why? Are you still trying to believe that you are part of the light just to impress Savanna?” Zafiro retorted, mocking his son. “Have you thought about what Savanna would think of you once she learned that the devil that attacks Haru is one of our family?” “No.” Duncan stood up and put down his glass on the table beside him. “Bec

